Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which, if you sit down quietyly, may alight upon you.
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained.
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which, if you sit down quietyly, may alight upon you.